Chapter 25: Shooting the Great Eagle with a Bent Bow (2)

  The great banner of He Lian was now slanting and retreating along the riverbank. Between two arrays of killing, a young general in white clothes and on a white horse held a long spear and danced with it, as if hot water met snow. The surrounding barbarian soldiers did not wait to see clearly who came, but let out a miserable cry, carrying a trail of blood flowers and fell out. The white horse neighed like a dragon's chant, advancing as if entering a territory without people, straight towards He Lian.

  Zabur took a sudden cold breath. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind. This, should be those Han people!

  On that day, Aba returned and mentioned the matter of several Hans entering the Wumu tribe. He also said that he was defeated by one of them. However, in Aba's words, at that time, he was blinded by anger and suffered a sneak attack. In Aba's heart, from start to finish, he never looked up to Liu Zhang and others.

  Zabur knew that his son was brave and strong, and also because there were occasionally some Han merchants who came to trade on the grasslands, accompanied by guards and martial artists. Therefore, he naturally didn't think it strange and ignored Liu Zhang's words of disdain.

  But now, seeing the bravery of that white-robed young general, he immediately understood that he had made a mistake by judging him based on first impressions. What kind of ordinary big Han merchant is this? It's likely that even in the border army, there are few such formidable characters! From this, it can be seen that the leader, is not an ordinary person either.

  "Idiot! Fool!"

  Zabur suddenly opened his mouth and cursed, but it was unclear whether he was cursing Abal or himself. His face turned iron-green, he whipped the horse's head, drew out a curved knife, and charged towards Hejian on horseback.

  He suddenly realized that the gods and horses displayed, the trenches, including the piles of arrows, and a dead guard posture, were all fake.

  Just like dismantling this simple wooden bridge on the Nagu River, it's all about deceiving him, making him relax his vigilance, and creating a false appearance to facilitate their cunning plan.

  No wonder I saw the layout and everywhere was the hand of Han people against each other. In fact, it was just a few Han people in his tribe who personally designed all this with their own hands.

  The Han people are treacherous and deceitful, if they were not misled by Abahai, but rather vigilant against those few Han people, how could they have ended up in such a miserable state?

  He spurred his horse into a frantic gallop, swinging his curved blade to slash down an approaching Uighur cavalryman, and as the blood splattered all over his head and face, he felt like his heart was about to burst.

  This defeat is too unjust! It's completely like turning one's backside, without any defense, and letting others take advantage of it.

  The curved knife flashed again, borrowing the speed of the galloping horse, and cut across another person's throat like lightning. That person covered his neck and fell off the horse.

  He is Zabul, although he lost this war, but he is still the one who makes countless people tremble! In the face of a fierce battle, he is the god of death!

  His horse's hooves flew, and the big banner went straight to Hejian. The Mongolian warriors who blocked his horse were under his war knife, like paper paste and grass, unstoppable.

  "Zabur!"

  Just as he had killed four or five Uighur warriors in a row, a loud shout suddenly came from his side. The cry was full of anger and resentment, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

  The curved blade swung left and right, the Mongolian warriors retreated in succession. Looking up, a man in his thirties was approaching with a spear in hand. His blood-red eyes were filled with deep hatred and intense fighting spirit.

  "Who are you? Ah, I see, you're Ekko!"

  Zabur was initially bewildered, but suddenly reacted from the other's eyes full of hatred and blurted out the other's name.

  "Villain! Since you know me, today I'll take your dog life to sacrifice the spirit of my mother in heaven!" Ekto was no longer calm as usual at this moment. The steel teeth were chattering loudly, and with a squeeze of his legs on the horse's belly, he charged towards Zhabul with his spear.